Priam managed to barely fool Oscar, who was so used to the man's 'happy-go-lucky' attitude that he displayed at all times. Thus, he did not see any reason to worry about him. "Ah good, for a second there I thought you were freaking out. Damn you're really taking this with stride!" Oscar's face glowed with pride, he was quite impressed by Priam totally holding everything together and not panicking.

The hall stretched on, and while Oscar was used to this sort of thing Priam made his own uncertainty known. Oscar gave some thought to his companion's inquiry before responding.

"Kinda, it really depends. Sometimes these places are fuckin' full of traps and guardians, and sometimes there's jack shit and you just walk to the treasure room. More often then not though it's a mix, like one room will have something exciting and then there will be a long break before the next exciting event."

Oscar breathed in deeply, ingesting the nostalgia of the tomb's stagnant air. "I rather enjoy these breaks, really gives me time to reflect on myself. You know, just look into that internal mirror and really scrutinize what you see. That sort of thing."

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Oscar cocked his eyebrows at Priam, "Money? What?" What Priam meant soon became clear, his feelings bursting forth like a wild current. Oscar had to be honest, the words were slightly wounding. Oscar sighed, folding his arms as he thought on what to say. Nothing really seemed right.

"You have to understand my man, this isn't my first rodeo with wealth. I was born into it you know? But my parents didn't care for my life choices, they took especial issue with me stealing their shit to sell for more money. Even when I had as much as I could want, couldn't have enough. So they cut me off, and I had to claw my way back into my inheritance. Shit wasn't easy. I basically had to rewrite my entire personality."

Oscar's tone turned a bit more serious, as he began to actually reflect on how his year had turned out. "I mean, I suppose I just don't wanna turn back into the person I was before I was cut off. I ain't no saint or anything but damn I was a real fucker back in the day. I don't want the money to change me."

Oscar didn't like these feelings, they felt wrong to display in front of Priam. He scoffed, trying to dismiss the thickened air, and slapped Priam on the back. "Tell ya what though as soon as we're out of here dinner's on me! It's the least I can do!"

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Oscar nearly blushed, "Well um good. New Oscar isn't going anywhere." Oscar listened patiently for Priam to get through everything he wanted to, smiling at his walking companion as he suggested asking questions. 

Oscar shook his head, "You don't need to share anything. It should come organically, y'know? Especially if it's hard to talk about." Oscar rested his arms behind his head, stretching to get some kinks out of his shoulders. He gave Priam a sideways look, smiling coyly as a question came to mind.

"I suppose if I were to ask anything I'd want to know how you ended up in--our line of work. You seem like a talented guy, why choose this lifestyle?"

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Oscar didn't say it out loud, but what Priam told him was kinda fucked up. He couldn't imagine the trauma that event would have caused him. Was it that his family couldn't afford the ransom or that they didn't want to pay? Oscar did not want to know the answer, both were equally tragic and he would feel even more awkward. See this is why he never tries to learn anyone's backstory.

He wanted to be a supportive friend though, and wore the poker face to beat all poker faces. He even gave a Priam a smile, "That was a big step, telling me that story must have been hard. I for one am really glad you're with us, Rocket wouldn't be the same without you." Oscar put his hands in his pockets as he looked forward, "You know, I joined Rocket because--"

Oscar was saved from having to give his origin story by a strange shape appearing in the distance. Oscar squinted, laughing as he realized what he was seeing, "Holy shit, I think that's a door!" Oscar ran forward, waving for his party to follow. Sure enough, a large stone door stood a few feet in front of them. Oscar quickly ran to one side and began to pull, "Come on gang let's get the fuck out of this hallway!"

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